Although Tierlanders is near a remote village, according to the teacher who led the team, there is a huge barrier surrounding the college. Without anyone to guide it, even its location may not be found, let alone entering.
Therefore, the best way for Sherlock and others who are lost is to find a place nearby to avoid possible pursuits again while waiting for rescue from the college.
After a while, Lan Fei came back and brought two pieces of good news.
There were no people from the Dark Temple around, and there happened to be a remote small village nearby where you could stay.
The village was not far away, but the sky was getting dark and the mountain road was rugged. Everyone hurried and hurried slowly, and finally walked into this small village called "Wangyou Town" before sunset.
There are countless primitive villages in the Forgotten Realm, but unless there are resources, geographical advantages, or relevant plots happening, most of them have little player activity.
Just like Orasberg, which Sherlock had visited before, it is located between the Ghost Mountain and Chelibam Swamp.
There are only a few indigenous people in that quiet place, and the only dozens of players are passing by or staying temporarily on missions.
The situation in Wangyou Town in front of me is similar, or even worse.
Apart from their group, Sherlock has not seen any other players in the village.
This situation is rare!
"Village Chief, are there no other adventurers here?" Sherlock asked curiously.
"Our place is in a remote location, and few outsiders come here." The village chief is an old man with white hair and a crutch, a standard village chief template.
"Are you really adventurers? Are you going to slay the dragon?" A little boy next to the village chief was holding a homemade wooden sword, with two lines of snot hanging on his face, but his eyes were full of yearning.
"No!" Trisna paused, then pointed at Sherlock and said with a smile, "But this uncle just killed a red dragon not long ago."
"Wow -" the little boy exclaimed with his mouth wide open, his expression full of admiration.
"Did you really kill a red dragon?" On the other side of the village chief, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl asked with a blushing face.
"Um..." Sherlock was really not used to being looked at like this, so he nodded and said, "That's right."
Seeing his admission, the girl's eyes became even more intense. She deliberately slowed down and walked over, asking about the process of slaying the dragon.
Shylock has not slayed a dragon in the true sense, but he has read so many biographies and listened to so many bards' stories, and he can still modify his experience appropriately.
One of them could play it, the other one believed it, and they were having a great time chatting for a while.
"Weier, don't pester the guests. If you want to listen to stories, you have plenty of time in the evening." The village chief turned his head and dissuaded the girl from further action: "The party is about to start, you should get ready."
After hearing the village chief's words, Weier could only let go of Sherlock's arm and left angrily.
"Village Chief, are there a party later?" Amber asked with great interest, already wondering how to cheat, no, to make some extra money.
"Well, today happens to be the beginning of autumn, and our village has always had the tradition of holding sacrifices on this day to pray for good weather." The village chief said with a smile.
"No wonder these houses don't have any smoke." Qingxuan was still wondering why there was no one in the house at this late night.
"Haha, the villagers started preparing many days ago, and today they are busy from morning to night. You young people can have some fun later," the village chief explained.
Everyone was chatting and walking, and soon came to the square where the sacrifice was held.
The huge and bright bonfire was filled with all kinds of food and wine, and the surroundings were crowded with villagers watching.
"Adventurer, I have to go to the abbot to offer sacrifices. You can do whatever you want." The village chief apologized and left with the little boy.
There was nothing going on, and Sherlock also wanted to feel the festive atmosphere, so he found a corner and sat down.
"Trisna, why are you getting involved with the people from the Dark Temple?" He took out a cup of pudding milk tea and handed it over.
"I'm not looking for you!" Trisna said depressingly: "When I was inquiring about information, I was accidentally pulled in.
I thought I would hang around for a while and then find a way to escape, but who knew that the old woman didn't know what she was interested in me for, and she insisted on making me believe in Shar, and even said that I would be the next chief priest.
I had no choice but to keep dragging it on, and this time I finally found a chance to escape."
"Is that old woman's name Ravel or Elsweyr?" These two names quickly appeared in Sherlock's memory.
"It's Elsweir, how did you know?" Trisna said in surprise.
"I've heard that Shar is the spokesperson in Faerun." Sherlock said, his eyes unconsciously looking at Muliuxi in the distance.
Back then in the mysterious temple disguised as the Mystra Temple, it was Muriuki who saved him and Squirrel's life, and it was the other party who told him the information about Elsweir.
Although the two did not meet again after that, they still kept in touch from time to time.
She didn't know what happened to make her so angry that she couldn't even sit together.
"By the way, you said you were looking for me, what's the matter?" Sherlock came back to his senses and asked.
"What do you think?" Trisna rolled her eyes: "If I take my ice soul, who else will I look for if I don't look for you?"
"You asked me to keep this yourself."
"Now that I want to get it back, will you give it to me?"
"Call me captain and I will return it to you." Sherlock took out the ice soul and said with a smile.
"Captain!" Trisna shouted without hesitation.
"Xiao Na is so good!" Sherlock did not break his promise and threw the knife directly.
I was really a bit impulsive when I chose this knife. A level 10 weapon of excellent quality is definitely not as good as the other two rewards.
He originally wanted to bet on the secret behind this knife, but he knew that finding a secret would be too big and he has never had the chance to solve it until now.
There was still a lot of work at hand, and he really didn't have time to go to Silvermoon City to find Alustriel to break the seal in a short time.
And even if he goes, Ms. Yinyue may not give him this face.
Now that he has met Trisna, he doesn't mind returning the knife directly to her, especially after the other party just helped him.
"Give it to me, this is a weapon of legendary quality, and it's also related to a treasure." Trisna said seductively.
"You already call me captain, so you can treat me as captain giving benefits to the team members." Sherlock shook his head.
He didn't even know when he had been so generous. If No. 11 found out about this, he would probably start eating steamed buns again next month.
